"Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell," Holly advised him. "That was Docs mistake. Hewas always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. Oime it was afull-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you t give your heart to a wild thing:the more you do, the strohey get. Until theyre strong enough to run into thewoods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. Thats how youll end up,Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. Youll end up looking at the sky."
"Shes drunk," Joe Bell informed me.
"Moderately," Holly fessed. "But Doew what I meant. I explai to himvery carefully, and it was something he could uand. We shook hands and heldon to each other and he wished me luck." She gla the clock. "He must be inthe Blue Mountains by now."
"Whats she talkin about?" Joe Bell asked me.
Holly lifted her martini. "Lets wish the Doc luck, too," she said, toug her glassagainst mine. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- its better to look at the……（内容加载失败！）
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